Paroles Shooting Shark par Blue Oyster Cult

Well I bumped into the magic man
And he laid some tricks on me
He said, "You do need help, my friend"
I whispered, "Obviously"
He laid a spread of Jacks and Queens
And he bade me take my pick
But every face it had your face
I cried out, "I am sick"
Sick of hauling your love around
Want to run the train alone
But the engine tracks straight through your heart
And weighs me like a stone
Oh, it's a hard load to love you
It takes up all my time, having you
So familiar
Like last life's

Nursery rhyme
So I gave away the pictures
And your golden ring
And the phone calls you sent me
And the silver birds that sing
Then the man he told me something
That really brought me down
Your things were thrown away, it's true
But you were still in town
Sick of hauling your love around
Want to run the train alone
But the engine tracks straight through your heart
And weighs me like a stone
Oh, it's a hard load to love you
It takes up all my time, having you
So familiar